The common room was crowded—Draco lounged in one of the chairs, Blaise lazily flicked through a magazine, Theodore and Lorenzo were arguing about something ridiculous, and Regulus sat quietly in the corner, reading a book. Pansy was perched next to Draco, painting her nails.

You were sitting beside Mattheo, your hand resting on his leg. He looked at you, the corner of his mouth curling into that kissable grin of his.

Without thinking—without caring—you kissed him.

Right there. In front of everyone.

You heard a collective gasp from the others, but you didn’t pull away. Not until Mattheo let out a low, pleased sound against your lips and leaned into it.

He pulled back slightly, his hands finding your waist, a cocky glint in his eyes as he muttered, just loud enough for everyone to hear, "Mm... I love when you're like this..."

You grinned, brushing your nose against his as you whispered, "I love you."

From the couch, Pansy groaned dramatically. "Ugh, get a room, you two."

Mattheo didn’t miss a beat. "Are you jealous?"

You gave him a playful shove, laughing. "Don’t be rude—she’s my friend."

Mattheo raised a brow, his expression teasing and challenging. "Yeah, but... can your friend do this?"

Before you could ask what he meant, he suddenly grabbed you by the waist and effortlessly threw you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing.

You squealed, laughing as you hit his back lightly. "Mattheo!"

He turned to his friends with a wicked grin. "Bye, guys. We’ve got stuff to do."

He winked as he carried you out, your laughter echoing down the stone corridor—leaving behind a room full of stunned silence, stifled laughter, and one very annoyed Pansy.